April is National Poetry Month. I knoww! Calm down everyone. I’m laughing – picturing some of you yawning at this dazzling announcement that’s probably going to turn your weekend plans upside down, right? That’s OK. I get it. However, … Continue reading →

This is the post the old me couldn’t imagine until I sat with tight, nervous hands not yet adept at forming fluent words, making cursive loops onto notebook paper as I wrote the first paragraph of my memoir. Not knowing … Continue reading →

Laptop down. Reading glasses down. Folder down. Bottoms up!!! Sometimes when we reflect back on the way our life story unfolds it’s nothing short of serendipitous! Minutes before I finished working on the last insert for the book, Sam arrived … Continue reading →

I don’t consider myself political. Not at all. I’m not the person that debates politics or tries to change another human being’s political beliefs. But in looking back at my history of advocacy on behalf of children with disabilities, at my core … Continue reading →

In the same way I knew it was time to pack up his room years ago, I always thought I would know when the time was right for me. And somehow through the universe I sensed that our son … Continue reading →

I write from the root of the bloom. In all the messy, tangled places of my soul. In the darkness that catches fire and spreads to seek the light. In solitude that sniffs the air for bits of oxygen … Continue reading →

I’m not supposed to be blogging. I’m really not. At all. Yet, here I am. Again. Why, you ask? Because I’m a writer. What does that mean, you ask? Being a writer means I have control over how I arrange … Continue reading →

I thought I would write a poem as I’ve always done to honor Preston on this, his Ninth Angelversary. However, on November 21 I had a very vivid dream that told me otherwise. So vivid I could smell the fresh, … Continue reading →